J.T. Bowman

J.T. Bowman

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Biography

What the Country-Music World Needs Now: Outsider Songsmith J.T. Bowman

Rocketing out of the backwoods with a smile as large as the chip on the universe's shoulder, J.T. Bowman launches J.T. Bowman & Lerlene Stackwood, six would-be country hits tracing the demise of a romantic relationship and its 21st-century after-effects.

"I knew things were goin' bad between us," J.T. says, "but, hell... I was looking for the remote."

"And I really tried to work it out," Lerlene shrugs. "Every woman knows marriage is truly sacred. But then I realized that I'd married... J.T. Bowman."

The result? Real country music that could be created and played only in a place where the fun is superseded by, well, more fun. From the request-line groove of "Married to the Couch" to the misty regret of "You Never Loved Me," from the stadium chant of "You Ain't All That!" to the bittersweet longing of "What Part of This Is Love," from the misogyny of "Butt Ugly" to the misanthropy of "The Bleep You Song," J.T. Bowman & Lerlene Stackwood lays out the naked truth next to the utility shed, in all its boobs, butts, bellies, and expletive-laced finales, and creates a tender chronicle of a man and a woman living a dream... until they wake up and tell you all about it.

"Dr. Phil would say I'm too fat and lazy," J.T. smiles. "And to that I say, well, yes I am."

"Oprah would tell me to join her book club and read a sensitive women's novel," Lerlene nods. "I greatly preferred just telling J.T. to f-off."

The point? Get your best relationship advice from yourself. Grab a Pabst Blue Ribbon, crank up J.T. Bowman & Lerlene Stackwood, and get on with your life.

Growing up in music's heady "hill country," and later schooled in its daunting "lower valleys," J.T. eventually came to rest between those verdant highs and lows, writing and playing what he now calls "the music of no fixed address."

"I think the best songs live somewhere between the completely recognizable and the completely unknown," he explains. "It's that moment when you recognize something you've never seen before in your life.... That's a song."

J.T. Bowman & Lerlene Stackwood. It's like that long line of trucks stacked up and waiting at the roadside diner. When you finally get inside, you're gonna eat it up... and you're gonna love it.

J.T. adds, "I might not be real Nashville, but my mother-in-law and one billion Chinese won't never know."

J.T. Bowman is a stiff shot of what the world needs now. Have a taste.

*****

From the liner notes:

I watched her drive away. "Life ain't that complicated," I thought. "I've still got my bass boat, my beer, my old Hank Williams LPs... and whatever else she just left back in the trailer...."

She said I never understood "who" she was... and you know what? She's right. Knowing too many things can make a man forget what's important.

Women never forget.

"Hey Mitch," I smiled as her taillights faded. "Let's get out the guitars."

And we did.

It's all about the last word. One for her and one for me.

--J.T. Bowman, June 2007

Lyrics

Butt Ugly

Written By: Bowman / Renault

Some people liposuction/But that's just not for me
I like my big old belly as it is
Some people go to health clubs/Or diet every day
That's not the way that I could ever live
There ain't no question in it/I'm loving every minute
Just taking what I can from every day
Yeah you could call me stupid/Or you could call me lucky
The people of the town just call me/Butt ugly

Butt ugly/yeah yeah yeah/Butt ugly/Oh gawd yeah
Butt ugly and living the life that I was meant to lead
Butt ugly/yeah yeah yeah/Butt ugly/Oh gawd yeah
Butt ugly and happy as any man could ever be

I've got the lamest wardrobe/You're ever gonna see
But damn these clothes feel mighty good on me
I've got a smoking hottie/Her smoking little body
Turns every head as we walk down the street
There ain't no question in it/I'm loving every minute
Just taking what I can from every day
Yeah you could call me stupid/Or you could call me lucky
The people of the town just call me/Butt ugly

Butt ugly/yeah yeah yeah/Butt ugly/Oh gawd yeah
Butt ugly and living the life that I was meant to lead
Butt ugly/yeah yeah yeah/Butt ugly/Oh gawd yeah
Butt ugly and happy as any man could ever be

Butt ugly/yeah yeah yeah/Butt ugly/Oh gawd yeah
Butt ugly and living the life that I was meant to lead
Butt ugly/yeah yeah yeah/Butt ugly/Oh gawd yeah
Butt ugly and happy as any man could ever be

©2004 J.T. Bowman & Mitch Renault

What Part of This Is Love?

Written By: Bowman / Renault

Tell me what part of this/What part of this is love?

You're home early tonight/Probably to start a fight
And tell me all the things that she is/that I'll never be
I never thought a wife/Could have the lesser life
Tell me what part of this/What part of this is love?

What part of this is love?
When hurtin's just too much?
Back when we fell in love/There were no other ones
If we've come to an end/Then I will ask again
Tell me what part of this/What part of this is love?

We were so sacred once/Our life together was
So good I only could have dreamed it as a fairy tale
But then my whole world changed/You called another's name
Tell me what part of this/What part of this is love?

What part of this is love?
When hurtin's just too much?
Back when we fell in love/There were no other ones
If we've come to an end/Then I will ask again
Tell me what part of this/What part of this is love?

What part of this is love?
When hurtin's just too much?
Back when we fell in love/There were no other ones
If we've come to an end/Then I will ask again
Tell me what part of this/What part of this is love?
Tell me what part of this/What part of this is love?
Tell me what part of this/What part of this is love?

©2004 J.T. Bowman & Mitch Renault

Married to the Couch

Written By: Bowman / Renault

I work two jobs/To pay the bills/You know I could work three
To buy you all the things you want/The things you say you need
I've done my part/I want things too/Since we both said our vows
But now I find the bedroom locked/and I'm married to the couch

Married to the couch/I'm sleepin’ on the couch
Now the living room's my bedroom/and the bedroom's out of bounds
Married to the couch/I'm sleeping on the couch
I'm sleeping on/Married to the couch

God made beer/And God made food/And God made sports TV
And soon before the seventh day/Well dear God he made me
We used to do it all the time/We loved without a doubt
But now I find the bedroom locked/and I'm married to the couch

Married to the couch/I'm sleepin’ on the couch
Now the living room's my bedroom/and the bedroom's out of bounds
Married to the couch/I'm sleeping on the couch
I'm sleeping on/Married to the couch

Well I guess it's not so bad/You know I guess it could be worse
When I looked back down the aisle/I could have seen that couch in church!

Married to the couch/I'm sleepin’ on the couch
Now the living room's my bedroom/and the bedroom's out of bounds
Married to the couch/I'm sleeping on the couch
I'm sleeping on/Married to the couch
I'm sleeping on/Married to the couch
I'm sleeping on/Married to the couch

©2004 J.T. Bowman & Mitch Renault

Discography

J.T. Bowman & Lerlene Stackwood (2007)

Set List

Married to the Couch

You Never Loved Me

You Ain't All That!

What Part of This is Love

Butt Ugly

The "Bleep You" Song